said baby you must be stone crazy Either you're going to lose your mind Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby You must think my little
'll do anything I've done a little bit of it all Mom how your son is known to ball I put 22's on everything I call The Jag, the Bentley, Rolls-Royce,
the flyest Hovito, baby, no equal, baby So let the beat go, let the beat go, now me go baby Hovito, baby, no equal, baby So let the beat go, let the
you back Cause ain't no taps on my celly Nig, come get all we got A little hustling mother fucker With a pocket full of stones Rolling with Mo and the
and I will find forever Maybe baby, maybe baby can't live without you Why? I just don't know But for now I've got to Rock & Roll See you Sittin' over
My baby said she don't want to see my face She kicked me right on out of her place Now I'm back with the band and my girl is long gone She broke my heart
picture On the cover of the rolling stone Chorus: Rolling stone I'm gonna see my picture on the cover Stone Gonna buy five copies for my mother Stone
and all the problems but we to gone to see little bit of this and a little bit of that we proceed to give them what they need Just wakin up and gettin stoned
Don't get me wrong Ain't the one to be takin' shit personal, baby That's my sticks and stones be the name of this song Sticks and stones might break
wit get into some thug shit Turn 'em on to niggas who was deep into that drug shit Get money fuck a little let a nigga touch a little Had to make moves our home was so fucking little
the jukebox played tonight, A little rock and roll will make everything alright. Drive me home, drive me home, I can't make it on my own, drive me home, Baby
Say you want to be a rolling stone Get your sail out in the wind Get out on the highway and let her roll on Roll on back to someplace you ain't never
guess it's in you If there's somewhere in me then I know it's in you Little baby stone Well, it's all just a fix, just one little hit You're holding
m Lil' Flipper, the nigga who was leanin' to the left Just, freestylin' eversince Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince Well I'm the fresh king, you wearing little stones
you I need you you you I need you you you Oh, sometimes I feel like I feel a little sad inside My baby mistreats me And I kinda get a little little
what? We hold it down like we s'posed to Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs Yeah After the V.M.A.'s my baby Momma cuss my ass
's roll G-5-5 fly, ma, let's go It's hard to measure the pleasure of havin' you in my presence Your smile makes me smile, I'll show you my style You can shop a little
democratic Gotta get yourself a little something semi-automatic, yeah That's why I'm always gettin' stoned, yeah That's why I'm out there havin' fun again Good puppy, good puppy Rolling